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k2ntoss · 30 days

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hihi, it me, back again with more jason brain rot, this time brought to you by this random Instagram reel i saw while having dinner lol

anyway, just imagine this with Jay?? like, warm cozy domestic hugs and kisses in the middle of the kitchen?? simple domestic bliss?? absolute dreammmmmm 😭😭

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3nuMFVMRhe/?igsh=MXhqMWdtYTQxbDNqMw==

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ps. hope you're doing well lovely, miss you <3

i crave and need fluff bc i love me a little sweet jason !!!!!!!!!!! (i'm single and i want a nice relationship) i can't see the reel now BUUUUUT i'm gonna do my magic and be a simp and this could be a second fluffy part to that drabble with subby jason having to skip patrol after getting good head from his gf hehehe you can read thar here

sometimes having your girlfriend to call sick for you so you can take a rest earns you three well deserved days to sleep late and have comforting hours without having to worry about patching wounds or chasing after criminals.

so after a night of being completely unable to move from bed because of how dizzy his head was, he's clumsily going out of the bedroom looking for you, rubbing his eyes to try and push his tiredness away because he didn't liked the feeling of waking up after you, when you had already left the bed and he isn't able to pull you closer and kiss you right away.

it's funny to see him like that, while you wait on the living room drinking a cup of coffee for him to wake up you're able to see him walk out of the room still half asleep but he looks just too cute. jason is a 6ft tall guy, big as a wall and rough but there he was, dragging his feet, his hair all fluffy and the black hoodie he wore to sleep looking messy; you can see him walk to the kitchen and he grunts softly when he sees nobody there but as soon as he turns around he spots you.

you know what jason is about to trap you under his body but damned be his long legs because you're not able to properly set your cup aside when jason is letting his weight fall over you like a tired cat "wait, baby... the coffee" you say between giggles but it's too late when your boyfriend is cuddling himself into your arms, hugging your waist and nuzzling his face against your neck "good morning, jay"

"g' morning, princess..." he mutters, voice is still hoarse but sweet as he greets you "why were you out of bed?" jason asks, kissing softly a small trail in your neck as you wrap one of your legs around his waist.

"were you looking for me, love? i thought about making breakfast for you before you woke up..." you say softly, trying to move and lean a bit to leave your cup on the table but failing when he just cuddles more into your chest making you chuckle softly "you looked so pretty sleeping i couldn't wake you up... are you still tired, red?" and that nickname makes him grin goofily, he loves the way it sounds when you call him that and even more as you keep babying him with soft pecks on his forehead.

"i feel like i could sleep for a month... but only if you're there with me" jason's voice is a low rumble, his words sending shivers through her spine and that mixed with how sweet it was knowing that he wanted you by his side even when his last months as the red hood had been so tiring.

"want to make breakfast with me and then we go eat on bed? we could watch a movie, does that sound good?" you ask him, reaching to cup jason's face between your hands and pressing a soft kiss on his lips which he gladly accepts with a soft purr leaving his throat.

he nods and you can swear he's never looked so calm before, so well rested and it was just what he needed more than anything. jason was sure he had done a lot of harm and there would be days when he didn't feel like deserving you but right now, having his sweet girlfriend to look at him like he hung up the moon and stars makes him feel worthy of love and care, even the big bad red hood deserved to be babied after all.

"then let's go, big guy" you say, starting to squirm in a failed attempt to slide from under jason's body and he chuckles at it before moving with you on his arms, picking your body up and walking to the kitchen as he lets soft kisses fall to your cheeks and neck before putting you back down.

and the morning goes like that, jason wishes he could get more of this. the way you walk around the kitchen as he tries to help, pouting softly when you don't let him do everything because he has to rest, he loves the warmth he feels on his chest as you walk past him and he pulls you back to steal a kiss from your lips before you try to walk away only to end up with him clinging to your back, kissing the top of your head as you cook.

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kwanisms · 1 year

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Kinkuary 23 Felix — phone sex // mutual masturbation

➥ fwb!Felix x fem!reader summary: Y/N and Felix have a pretty easy going situationship; when one of them is needy and the other is willing, they fall into bed but sometimes Felix gets needy when he’s on tour. wc: 3.9k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, fwb relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): phone sex, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby mainly), mutual masturbation, Felix and the reader are completely whipped for each other but won’t admit it cause they're idiots a/n: I'm not gonna lie, I struggled with this piece. Not because it's Felix, I’m actually finding it easier to write for him, when before I found it really difficult. I just struggle with writing phone sex lol anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece, thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms. Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog @kosmoreads @yourfavoritefreakyhan Stray Kids taglist: @niktwazny303 @g4m3girl @rapmonie2047 @indigo35 @witherednotes @cixrosie @fay-ebrahim @imseungminsgf @yeosayang @flowerboykun @beomgyusbabygirl Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

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Your phone dinged with a notification and you picked it up, rolling your eyes at the picture that had been sent.

Fee👅: [image] Fee👅: this interview is so boring 🙄 You: awww poor baby :c Fee👅: ur supposed to make me feel better ):< You: you’re too far away for me to blow Fee👅: …i didn’t mean like that babe You: i’m teasing Lix. Where are you guys? Fee👅: New York You: Ew York Fee👅: Ew York Fee👅: lol jinx You: what do i owe you? 🙄 Fee👅: how about a picture? 👀 You: hmm. No Fee👅: meanie :< You: hehe :> Fee👅: come on Y/N 😩 You: not the government name 😭 Fee👅: pretty please? 🥺

You sighed and opened your camera app, snapping a picture of yourself sitting at your computer and sent it to him.

Fee👅: what time is it there? You: late lol Fee👅: gee thanks i had no idea 😑 You: you asked ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ You: it’s 3:15 Fee👅: jesus christ Y/N go to bed! You: boo ur no fun Fee👅: i’ll text you later lol go to bed. You: okay dad Fee👅: daddy? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) You: GOODBYE

You groaned, locking your screen and setting your phone down. Felix was right. You should be going to bed but this spreadsheet wasn’t going to finish itself and your boss had asked for it last minute, promising to pay you double to get it done asap so you jumped at the chance to get that double pay.

When you finally finished the spreadsheet, you emailed it to your boss and crashed, passing out on your bed, barely having the time to pull your covers up before you were out like a light.

The next time Felix texted you, he was in Chicago.

Fee👅: pizza here is atrocious 🤢 You: you’re just uncultured Fee👅: uncultured? Me??? You: i said what i said Fee👅: you are a liar is what you are You: I. Said. What. I. Said. Fee👅: i can’t believe you called me uncultured. Just for that, i’m not sending you the picture i took for you 😤 You: okay 🤙🏻 Fee👅: wait no come back 🥺 you were supposed to ask me to send it You: but you said you weren’t going to send it???

Felix groaned, looking at your texts. You were so infuriating sometimes.

When the two of you agreed to whatever had blossomed between the two of you, he hadn’t expected much out of it. Sure, he got sex with you but it was always strictly sex until it wasn’t.

The first time you called him and invited him over to just hang out, he knew he was screwed. These hangouts became a regular occurence and slowly he started developing feelings which complicated the booty calls even more.

He chose not to say anything because he didn’t want to lose you so he kept it all bottled inside. Keeping things as lighthearted as he could.

That was until you drunkenly let it slip that you liked him. You weren’t talking to him directly. You had been talking to Hyunjin at a party and you drunkenly told one of his best friends that you liked Felix a lot.

Hyunjin of course panicked because he didn’t know what to do with this information but Felix overheard and had been standing a few feet away talking to Han when he heard the words leave your lips.

Ever since then, he’s been waiting for you to admit it out loud to him but when he gave you opportunities to do so, you never did and it was so frustrating and infuriating but he had no right to be mad.

He just wished you would finally admit it out loud to him. He wanted you to tell him that you liked him. Not just say it drunkenly to his friends.

When Felix didn’t respond you sighed and set your phone aside.

It wasn't uncommon for him to suddenly stop texting. He was an idol after all. He had a busy life, a hectic schedule, and appearances to keep up with. Add a world tour on top of all of that and you were surprised to even hear from him at all.

When he was home in Korea, things were a lot easier. There were no time differences, just several city blocks. Even when he was back in Australia, it never seemed like he was that far away because the time difference wasn't that great.

New York, Chicago, LA were all almost an entire world away.

Felix still hadn't responded when you let out a frustrated groan and pushed your phone away, rolling over on your bed. It had been like this ever since you realized your feelings for him were starting to grow.

When you first realized it, you started to invite him over for more than just sex. It had turned into hanging out and watching movies or playing video games, or even making and eating dinner together.

Sometimes it ended with him spending the night and sometimes he went back to the dorms. It had almost become domestic in a way.

When you and Felix first agreed to whatever this was between you, it had been strictly sex. He always talked about how he was too busy to date, he couldn't be seen in public with anyone or rumors would arise, he didn't have the time or energy for a relationship.

You agreed, knowing what you were getting yourself into but when he came over one night when you called and instead of fucking, he realized something was wrong and let you vent out all your frustrations. He held you the entire time and told you it was okay to cry and to let it all out. It was then you knew there was something more between the two of you than just physical or sexual attraction.

Or so you had hoped.

You weren't exactly sure what woke you but you were almost positive it was the buzzing of your phone on the nightstand.

You groggily looked over at the alarm clock that read it was well past three in the morning. Groaning, you grabbed your phone and answered it without checking the screen.

"Hello?" You croaked only to be met with a cheerful laugh on the other side.

"You sound awful, are you sick?"

You sat up quickly upon realizing you'd just answered a call from Felix. You checked the screen to be sure and it was definitely him.

"No," you said, clearing your throat. "I just woke up."

"Oh shit, I forgot to check what time it is there," Felix said, his voice sounding concerned. Glancing back at your clock, it reminded you of the time to relay to the man on the other end of the phone.

"Fuck, seriously? I'm so sorry," Felix groaned. "I should have checked before I called. I can call you later. It's… it's not important. Just go back to sleep, okay?"

Your heart raced, rushing to keep him on the line. It had been so long since you'd heard his voice like this and he'd already woken you up so there was no point in hanging up, right?

"No, it's okay," you replied, leaning back against your pillows. Anything to get to hear his voice for a little longer.

"You sure? I can always call back later." You nodded even though he couldn't see. "Mhm, it's fine," you answered.

"So, what's up? Where are you guys now?"

"Brussels," he answered. "We finished North America last week before hopping on a plane and landing here."

Fuck, had it really been a whole week since you last spoke?

"Oh wow," you said rolling onto your side, keeping your phone by your ear. "I know. Just a little bit closer to home," Felix replied. You could detect the smile in his voice. He was probably excited to come back. He tended to get homesick pretty easily.

"I miss you."

It was so soft you almost didn't hear it but it still sent your heart into a frenzy. "W-what?" you asked, prompting Felix to repeat himself.

"I miss you like crazy," he answered. "I know it hasn't been that long but God I miss you so much." You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to find the right words to reply with.

You recognized that tone in his voice. The longing, the desire, the desperation. You knew because you felt it, too. You missed him, too.

For you it was more than missing the way he touched and kissed you. You missed the way he smiled and laughed at one of your dumb jokes. You missed the way he let you curl up against him on the couch while watching movies. You missed the way he tried to mess you up while racing against each other in Mario Kart.

You missed Felix so much that it hurt physically. It hurt because you knew he didn't feel that way about you.

"Y/N?" he called softly when you didn't answer.

You wiped your eyes quickly and swallowed back the rest of the tears and sobs that threatened to follow. "I miss you too, Lix," you answered, pushing your feelings aside for what felt like the hundredth time. Even if it hurt you to not have him entirely, you knew you'd still get to have him in one way.

"What time is it there?" you asked, trying to divert attention from yourself and back onto him. "Oh, it's after seven," he answered, his voice softer than before. “So it’s not too late,” you replied, wondering what he did today.

“Yeah. We didn’t have anything planned for today. Just resting before tomorrow. So Han, Seungmin, and I went out to explore the city a little. Did some shopping and ate lunch before heading back to the hotel,” Felix explained.

You could hear some rustling on the other side of the phone and wondered if he was in bed too. If it was just after seven, it would be awfully early for him to head to bed.

“What else did you guys do?” You asked, wanting him to keep speaking. His voice was something that was well loved by fans but also by you. The range of his voice was incredible but your favorite was the tone he reserved for you entirely.

“Nothing actually. It wasn’t so much lunch as an early dinner,” he answered, letting out a low chuckle. “I’m so full that I dont want to do anything else.”

“Who are you rooming with?” You asked. You wondered if he was alone. “Hyunjin,” he answered. ‘Typical,’ you thought with a smile. “Tell him I said hi,” you said as you rolled onto your back, staring up at the dark ceiling.

“Oh, I’ll tell him when they get back.”

Your curiosity was piqued as you propped yourself up. “Oh? Where did they go?”

“They wanted to see the night life. We wont get to see it since we’re leaving the day after the concert so this is really the only chance we have to see it,” Felix explained. “And what about you?” You asked.

Felix’s eyes widened upon your question. ‘What about me? Why is she asking that?’ He shrugged, even though he knew you couldn’t see him. “I just didn’t feel like going out.” ‘Yeah, because I wanted to call you instead.’

“And miss the only chance you have to experience the nightlife in Brussels?”

‘You’re more important.’

“Heh, yeah. I guess,” Felix said softly. It was true. The others had begged him to come with them, citing they wouldn’t have as much fun without him until Chris finally intervened. ‘If Felix doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t have to. I’m sure he’ll find something to keep himself occupied.’

Chris was the only one who knew about Felix’s situation with you and he also knew how Felix felt about you. The older man had encouraged him many times ti step up and tell you how he felt but he knew there was no use.

You just didn’t feel the same way.

“Do you want to go out?” Your question came as a surprise to Felix. He knew deep down he didn’t want to but could he tell you that? ‘Man up, you idiot.’

“No.” The word left his lips before he could stop it. “No?” You asked.

“No,” Felix repeated, settling back against the headboard of his hotel bed. “I don’t want to go out. I stayed back on purpose.” ‘That’s it. Keep going.’

“And what purpose was that?” If Felix didn’t know any better he’d think you were seeking information. And who knows, maybe you were.

“I wanted to call you. I promised I would and I got so caught up in the shows and traveling that I sort of forgot to call.” ‘Liar. You were avoiding her.’

“You wanted to call me?” How you could make his body react with just your voice alone, he’d never understand.

“Yeah. I did,” Felix answered, voice dropping lower. “Why’s that?”

‘Goddamn it,’ he cursed mentally, heat rushing to his cheeks as he felt blood rushing straight to his dick. He’d been wanting this since the last time he talked to you but he also just wanted to talk to you.

It never ceased to amaze him how quickly you could turn the conversation around.

“Cause I missed you,” he answered, fingers curling into a fist while he held the phone against his ear with his other hand. “And what did you miss about me?”

Your voice had gone breathless and Felix could only imagine what you were doing on the other side of the line. ‘Everything.’ He wanted to say it so desperately. He missed everything about you.

Your smile, your laugh, your lips, your hands and the way you touched him, both tenderly as you moved him out of your way in your cramped kitchen and the way your fingers would move over his skin as you teased him.

He settled for the obvious answer. “I miss your body.” ‘Idiot. You’re so fucking stupid.’

A ball of disappointment settled in your stomach. ‘Of course,’ you told yourself. ‘You're stupid for thinking he missed anything else.’

You pushed your negative thoughts aside. “What do you miss the most?” You asked, thighs pressing together as his voice came back deeper and huskier when he answered. “Your thighs. I love how soft they are when I grab them but I love how strong they are when you wrap them around my waist.”

‘Holy shit. Okay. That was quick.’

“Hmm, is that right?” You asked, your free hand resting on your stomach as Felix spoke. “God, yes. I love your thighs so much. But you know what I miss more?��

You tilted your head. “Hmm, what's that?”

“I miss your cunt.” That was so direct and… vulgar. It sent blood rushing to your core as your walls clenched around nothing. “Do you, now?”

“Mhm, god I miss you so much, baby,” his deep voice rasped. “I miss you, too,” you admitted. ‘More than you know.’

“I wish I was home so I could come see you.”

“And what would you do if you came to see me?” Your hand on your stomach moved up to squeeze your tit over your shirt. It wasn’t Felix’s hand but it would have to do.

“Well, first tell me where you are. What are you wearing?”

You let out a soft giggle. “Really, 'what are you wearing?'” You asked teasingly. “Don’t play with me,” Felix whined. “Just answer the question, babe.” The use of the pet name made butterflies erupt in your stomach, your heart pounding into a frenzy. Felix was well aware of how much you reacted to the sweet names.

“I’m just wearing a tee shirt and shorts,” you answered. “What I usually sleep in.”

“Take your shorts off for me, okay?” Felix asked. You could hear movement on the other side of the phone. “O-okay,” you answered. “And one more thing?” You heard him ask and raised the phone quickly. “Yeah?”

“Put your phone on speaker.”

Felix waited while you moved, doing as he asked. He could hear your sheets rustle as you moved. Finally you spoke. “Okay, they’re off.” Felix nodded, his free hand resting on his stomach just under his navel. “Are you wearing underwear?” He asked, biting his lip when you giggled on the other side.

“Yeah. They’re lace.” ‘Fuck.’

“Oh? What color?” ‘Please say black, please say black,’ he thought as he pictured the pair he loved the most. “Black,” you answered, making his cock twitch in his pants. ‘Yes!’ Felix’s hand moved over his hardening cock, resting his palm over it.

“Are you touching yourself right now?” ‘Please say yes.’

“Do you want me to?” Your voice asked softly. ‘God yes.’

“Go ahead, baby. Over the lace though. Gotta work yourself up first,” Felix answered as his hand pressed against himself.

“You touch yourself, too,” you said suddenly. The tone in your voice nearly made him groan. “I already am,” he answered with a slight chuckle. “Does it feel good?” you asked sweetly.

Felix pouted. He was supposed to be asking that.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing,” he said with a chuckle.

“It feels nice, but it’s not enough,” you answered, a slight whine in your voice. Felix chuckled again. “Don’t tease yourself too much, baby. That’s my job.” He could hear your breath hitch and just knew you were probably clenching your thighs together. Or trying to.

Hearing a soft sigh on the other end of the phone, Felix could imagine you lying on your bed, one hand between your thighs as you played with yourself.

“I bet your panties are soaked right now,” Felix said, grabbing his now hard cock through his pants when you let out a moan. “'M so wet,” you gasped.

Felix held the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he quickly undid his jeans and pushed them down, kicking them off before taking his phone in his hand again, his other hand now massaging himself over his underwear.

"I want you to slip your hand into panties and keep touching yourself," Felix groaned. "Just like I would if I was there."

He heard your voice shake, a soft moan sounding as you followed his instructions. "Just like that," Felix whispered, slipping his hand into his boxers, pulling his cock free to start slowly pumping his length. "Keep touching yourself for me."

You could hear soft sighs and low moans from Felix's side and tried to imagine him on his hotel bed, stroking himself as he spoke to you through the phone.

"I wish you were here," you groaned, eyes fluttering shut as you traced circles around your clit, imagining it was Felix making you feel this good. You heard him let out a shaky breath. "I wish I was there, too. I want to be the one making you feel so good."

"You always make me feel so good, Felix," you said, moaning his name as your back arched off the mattress. "Fuck, I love it when you moan like that for me. It sounds so hot," Felix replied.

"Go ahead and use two fingers," he instructed. "I know you can take them. You always take my fingers so well." You let out a moan as you pushed two of your fingers inside your cunt, curling them to find that sweet spot that Felix always managed to find every single time. "Fuck, ngh!" You whimpered.

"That's it baby," you heard him groan. "Keep doing that. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Pretend they're mine, baby."

You whimpered as he continued to speak. "I know how much you love it when I finger you while we make out." 'Fuck why does his voice have to sound so sexy?'

You set a pace you were comfortable with and could maintain while listening to Felix's voice as he got himself off to the sounds of you. You could imagine the dim lighting of the hotel room and the white sheets as his hand moved up and down his length.

"Feels s-so good," you whimpered, your fingers pumping in and out of your hole, the lewd wet sound of your pussy filling the room.

Felix groaned loudly on the other end. "That's one of my favorite sounds," he grunted, his voice growing shakier. "That and the sound you make when you cum all over my cock."

You let out another louder moan. "I want your cock inside me so bad, Lixie," you whined. "As soon as I'm back, I'm gonna come to you and fuck you so good you won't even remember I was gone," he growled. Your walls squeezed around your fingers and you drove yourself closer and closer to orgasm.

Your moans and whines were Felix's telltale sign you were about to cum. "You gonna cum for me, baby?" he purred, his voice low and breathy as he continued to pump his cock faster, squeezing and jerking his hand the way you often did.

He wasn't going to last much longer.

"I'm gonna- oh god," you groaned, a whiny and breathless moan leaving your lips as you came. "Fuck, there it is," Felix groaned as his eyes shut, feeling his own orgasm begin to wash over him as he stroked himself. "That's my favorite sound."

As you came down from your high, you listened to Felix finish himself off with a deep moan your ears zeroed in on something he whispered. "Fuck, I love you." It was so soft you almost hadn't heard it and might not have if you hadn't cum first.

The moment the words left his lips, Felix was mentally berating himself for being so stupid. Why did he have to slip up like that? He hadn't realized he'd said it out loud until you went silent. 'Way to go, you fucking idiot.'

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth briefly, wondering if you'd actually heard him right. 'Did he really just say that?' You knew there was no way your mind could be playing tricks on you.

Deciding to take the plunge, you took a deep breath before responding.

"I love you, too."

Felix had been so occupied with trying to busy himself with cleaning his essence off his stomach after that stupid admission he made in the heat of the moment that the second the words left your lips, he froze. 'W-what?' He stopped and cleared his throat.

"Say that again," he instructed. "Felix," you whined on the other side of the phone. "Please," Felix begged. "Say it again." He heard you inhale shakily before exhaling.

"I love you, too."

The feeling of weightlessness was so immense that Felix thought he'd float right up to the ceiling. 'She loves me back?'

"When did you-?" he asked but you cut him off. "Since we started hanging out more." Felix truly felt like he could fly. You'd developed feelings for him around the same time he'd developed them for you.

He asked you to start from the beginning and you did, finally spilling everything you'd been feeling and thinking. It matched almost perfectly. Your mutual pining, shared romantic feelings, wanting more out of the situationship. You both felt the same way and were scared the other didn't feel that way. You were both dumb.

What a pair of idiots you truly were.

"Okay, I take it back," Felix finally said, having already cleaned up and changed into his pajamas. "What's that?" you asked.

"As soon as I get back, I'm not fucking you," Felix answered.

"I'm taking you on a date."

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demonsword586 · 2 months

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Leviathan Attacker story part 1

(I would like to apoligise. I play the ps version and tumblr doesn't let me post full on dick pics,so no pp😔. Anyway enjoy the 1.part of Levi's attacker story and I shall post more in following days.)

A long wide hallway with soothing classical music and the faint scent of flowers.

The palace of Hades was lofty and beautiful as though showing it's master's prefrences.

Click,click,click...

You hurried through the beautiful corridor as fast as you could without breaking the courtesy.

Right. You were lightly running.

You wanted to take your time exploring the palace which was a work of art in and of itelf,but-

A few hours ago in Gehenna.

Satan: Go and hand him this chest and come back right away. If you're late even in the slightest,I'm going to take everyone and invade Hades.

Sitri: Really?

Satan: Shall I do it now?

Sitri: N-No. His Majesty Satan is a man of his word.

Satan handed you a black chest with about fifty locks and began to fume.

Satan: The bastard had just used something that Gehenna had helped him with before.

Sitri: That bastard being....?

Satan: Leviathan,of course. I shoudn't have acted cool in the moment and said 'I'll grant you one request,whatever it may be'!! Damn it!!!

Ppyong who happened to be next to Satan,got kicked by Satan and disappeared into the sky in a beautiful parabola.

(bg changes to the sky and Ppyong slowly disappearing)

Ppyong: Ppyoooooooooooong~~~~~

(bg going back to Gehenna streets)

Satan: He chose MC to bring this to him...What an impertinent guy...

Satan kept fuming as though he coudn't calm down.

Sitri explained in Satan's place as though he thought his king was incapable of proper conversation anymore.

Sitri: This chest is called <Anti Pandora's box>

Sitri: It's an object that Morgan le Fay had until the end,but it came into Gehenna's possesion when she made a deal with Satan to dethrone king Arthur.

Sitri: His Majesty cherished it because it's a terrible object with the emotions of all hypocrisy.

Sitri: That's why he's raging.

Sitri: I don't want to hand over the < Anti Pandora's box>,but he even made you Solomon as the deliverer,so his Majesty Satan's rage will soon....

Passing devil: Argh,aaaaaahhh~~~~!

Another devil standing near Satan got kicked by Satan and disappearedinto the sky.

Sitri: ...I was going to tell you to get going,because I expected his Majesty's anger would gradate because of his depression...

Satan: That impertinent bastard!!! I'm going to invade Hades!!! ARGHHHH!!!!

Just when the raging Satan was looking for the next devil to kick,someone furtively pushed a teddy bear into Satan's hand. It was Leraye.

Like how Satan kicked everything that touched his feet,he almost instinctively held it separately by it's head and body to rip it when something touched his hand.

Rip--! Riippp!!!

Ppyong: Ehhh!!!

Rubbing his swollen bottom as he returned,Ppyong looked afraid at the brutal sight.

Unlike the scared Ppyong,Leraye was about to happily pick up the body of the teddy bear after Satan fumingly separated its head from its body.

Thwack!!!

Satan also kicked Leraye who had approached into the distance.

(bg changes to Leraye getting kicked)

Leraye: Aaaarghhh!!

Leraye screams of deep joy faded into the distance.

(bg changes back to Hades halls)

MC: (Is the secret to Gehenna devils having bouncy butts indeed because of Satan's kicks...but I'm still a bit scared.)

You could still clearly see Satan raging like a dragon breathing fire and hurried on.

MC:(I'll hand it over and get back quickly!)

You somehow found it difficult to visit Leviathan.

Partly because he was so beautiful and out of this world,but also because you didn't know when he was going to get frustrated and strangle you.

Sometimes,you thought the heavy emotion of sadness and not speaking the same language may be one o the reasons,but there was also a part of you that wanted to see Leviathan after all this time.

In other words,you had ambivalent feelings about meeting Leviathan,like you liked it but didn't like it.

So confirming your emotions was also a reason why you were hurrying your footsteps. And...

Clink,clink,clink!

MC: (I want to put down this omnous black chest that seems to be wriggling and making sounds from a while ago..)

Just then you remembered what Sitri beseeched you again and again before leaving Gehenna.

Sitri: (Never. Never think about opening it. It would be incomparable to opening Pandora's box)

Sitri: (So please. Never open it.)

MC: ( Right. Let's just see Leviathan's handsome face,give him the chest and go back...)

Maybe because you had been lightly running,but you soon researched the hall where Leviathan was faster than you expected.

The gatekeeper recognized you and bowed to say hello.

Then,he was about to open the door for you when he suddenly stopped moving and leaned toward you a little to speak in the quiet voice.

Guard devil: That's the <Anti Pandora's box>! Wait,rather,you're here today..!

MC: Huh? Is today a special day?

Guard devil: It is special in a way...

Guard devil: But take care. I dared give you advice since everyone in Hades like you very much although they pretended not to.

MC: ???

Unable to understand the gatekeeper,you were about to ask back

When he hurriedly opened the door again as though explaining in detail would put him in trouble.

No,he tried to open the door,when he pulled an expression as though he was saying 'I knew it. This won't work.' and added.

Guard devil: Please,don't even thibk about opening that chest.

With the gatekeeper's amxious voice,the door opened.

Creaaak-

(bg changes to Hades throne room)

The massive doors that were like the mouth of Leviathan's monster opened up and revealed a hall as eerily silent as ever.

The dozends of devils filling the halls were bowing a little,standing on either side of the long carpet in the middle.

But even with all those devils breathing at the same time,there was barely an intake of breath let alone a movement.

You walked through them to stand right under Leviathan's throne that was at the end of the hall.

Leviathan: .....

Mc: (He won't even say hi?!)

Leviathan looked down at you with an odd look in his eyes.

His hair, an odd wheat-color mass that looked as if God has made it just for Leviathan,sweapt across his forehead.

And long full lashes cast mysterious shadows over his clear pupils.

Not only that but his shimmering skin which seemed to self-luminiscence in the dark looked beautiful like it had been sprinkled with stardust.

Just the fact that he was looking at you made you feel like you were more privilaged than anyone else in the universe.

Mc: (Still...is it so hard to say hello?!)

Everyone else would have their tails between their legs when facing an absolute beauty that can crush all logic-but you were diffrent.

Just the fact that he was looking at you made you feel like you were more privliged than anyone else in the universe.

MC: Leviathan,I'm here. How can't you even say hello? That's sad. Satan told me to give this to you!

When you handed Leviathan the omnious black chest in your hand,the silent hall began to stir.

Subject: Even if she/he is the daughter/son of Solomon,how dare she/he calls his supreme,great Majesty Leviathan by name....!

Subject: Wait,but isn't this the <Anti Pandora's box>! How can that omnious object be here in Hades?!

Subject: That's not the problem! That attitude! It's so unhesitant! It's...yeah....it's basiclly treason!

Subject: Argh! Is that the <Anti Pandora's box>?! I-I should request a day off!!!

The servants who were boisterous as usual became even more boisterous,chatting away at your insolence and the black chest,but you heard none of it.

Leviathan was the only one that concernwd you right now.

Leviathan: .....

Leviathan said nothing in reply and only stared down at you from his throne.

He wasn't staring at Satan's object in your hands.

He was looking solely at you as if he coudn't see the countless devils around him.

Leviathan: .....

MC: (He's not usually talkitive....but today he's just strange!)

Feeling doubious you were about to call Leviathan one more time.

When he stood up from his seat and took off his jacket at the same time.

With nonchalant expression,he rwmoved his outer robe,his arms sliding out of the garment and thrusting his toned chest forward.

At that moment his nipples which were hidden inside the thin shirt jutted out over the shirt,creating small shadows beneath them.

The figure quickly disappeared as he retrached his outstreached chest,but the fleeting sight ytuck in your mind.

You and his subjects all held your breaths for a moment as you watched the garment slide gently off his body.

MC: ( W-What's that? All he's doing is taking off his outer robe...how can he look so vigurous?!)

It was a simple act of 'stripping',but it was so rich and intense that you realized nothing could move a woman's heart like that,even if the most charming man on the planet was flirting with her in a commited way.

Your heart began to race so loudly that thw other devils could hear it and suprisingly,you felt yourself getting wet by the simple act in itself.

As you blushed in secret embarrassment,rhe jacketless Leviathan walked down from his throne and stood before you.

MC: Levia-

Leviathan: Shut up.

Leviathan stopped you and said in a low,mumbled voice.

And then grabbed you by the throat with his thin,pretty hand rhat was larger than it looked as he lifted you off your feet.

MC: Kurgh?!

In an instant,you were strangled and your feet were off the ground,your eyes wide in suprise at the suddwn situation.

MC: Urgh, khgh...

Floating in midair,your eyes met Leviathan's eye level which was taller than you.

It allowed you to look him in the eyes and glare.

MC: ( What is it this time?)

Because you thought of lewd things while looking at Leviathan?

Mc: ( But that's not just me! It's because you look lewd!)

Thinking of things that won't make hjm stare at you in disgust you were about to voiced it out-

MC: (Eh wait. Leviathan's state)

*Leviathan blushes*

You though he was looking down at you indiffrently,but there was an unknown fever in his eyes.

Leviathan's expressions were normally difficult to read,but this time !ou could see his emotions.

MC: (He's...mad..)

You felt a strange mixture of excitment and fear at Leviathan's completly crazy expeession.

But your thoughts coudn't continue.

Leviathan took off his glove from his other hand with his teeth,raised his hand to place it on your chest and slashed down vertically.

With a rip- all your clothes that you were wearing rore in half at knce,splitting into two and falling down.

With Leviathan's single movement,you turned naked in midair,with his hand on your throat.

At the same time all the soldiers and servants in the hall looked away and knelt down.

It was a gesture of loyalty to not covet Leviathan's possesions,a gesture to make this place as empty as possible.

MC: W-What are you doing?

You hurriedly covered your chest.

Soon a devil each stepped out from the back feom the group of devils that stood bisected on either side of the purple carpet.

They moved and kept their eyes averted as though thwy werw determined not to looka t your direction.

Soon the two turned away and slowly,lovjngly began to unbuttoned Leviathan's pants

You saw Leviathan's hardened penis rising above his boxers as his pants were pulled down.

You closed your thighs tightly,embarrassed in your strangled state.

They carefully stripped Leviathan down ro his boxers,then laid them aside and walked back to their positions,heads bowed.

When you opened your eyes,you saw Leviathan' beautiful body that was naked.

At the same time Leviathan's penis was clearly visible as he stood here,uncovered,without pants or boxers.

MC: ( W-Was he that big before?)

Leviathan's beautiful pink penis was somehow as moist and flustured as the corners of his eyes.

You wondered if you were weird for thinking your partner's erect penis was beautiful, even when he was strangling you.

Or if Leviathan was strange for getting hard while strangling you.

The thick smell coming from the lower half of Leviathan body made your mind hazzy.

With you in his grip,Leviathan was soon breathing roughly.

The fact that you were in the hands of a beautiful king who had gone mad was begining to stimulate you.

Leviathan's penis which coudn't have risen any higher,nodded a few more times before starting to ooze a white liquid.

MC: (Is he coming? No...that's something else...)

The liquid that had begun to flow from the tip of Leviathan's penis enveloped the entirety of his penis and eventually dripped on the floor qith a dull sound.

The devil,the biggest beast in mythology - said to be able to even swallow Heaven - is acting like a male in a rut

The crystallization of a male. The essence that only a male can produce,was flowing out of his body like a fountain.

Such that although you only thought about it for a moment,a small puddle has formed on the ground.

You felt that with that amount,there would be no creature that coudn't be fertilized.

No,it was not slowing down any time soon. The liquid was gushing out so much,you coudn't even tell how much of it was there.

MC: (Amazing.)

You thought and with your face dark red from the rushing of blood,licked your lips without realizing it.

Your perverted nature,unrivaled amongs humans,felt happy to be able to witness such a spectacle.

As you reached the limit of your oxygen supply and your eyes began to fall back,you felt a lightning bolt of pleasure strike your wet lower half.

MC: Kurgh...urgh...!!

As you wrapped your arms around Leviathan's neck,unable to control your excitment,his penis jerked highly once more.

And holding you up with his hand,he thrust his wet pillar inside you.

Fwolp!

MC: !!!!

Leviathan's already wet pillar slid unresistingly inside you.

At the same time,the hand holding your throat loosened and the blocked airway opened once again,sending tickling sensations throughout your body.

You trembled at the exploding pleasure for a moment.

Now,you were in Leviathan's arms as his penis penetrated you.

When you looked up,you could see Leviathan looking down at you.

Looking at his face which was still crazy but the most beautiful face you'd ever seen,you quickly looked away in embarrassment.

Leviathan: Don't...be cold...

MC: (What?)

Blankly murmuring incompregensable words,Leviathan held your bottom with his hand and began to walk with his penis inside you.

MC: W-Wait! This position! Ugh...My stomach is filling up!

Leviathan's object continued oozing white liquid and your stomach was filled with his liquid to the point it looked slightly convex.

As he began to walk,you could even hear the sloshing in your gut. And everytime his feet crossed,a gap opened where you were connected to him and white liquid gurgled and leaked out onto the ground.

MC: (Are we Hansel and Gretel?! This is embarrassing!)

Where Leviathan walked,a white path was being made of the liquid that came out of him,went into you and came back out again.

Being around devils filled your perverted mind with pleasure's you never seen or imagined. It was like that again.

Now you began to enjoy it. You had pressed your own button.

MC: Where...Tell me where are we going?...Ah,ughh...I love it...

Leviathan: To somewhere safe.

Leviathan said something you coudn't understand,but watching his mad and beautiful face made you tremble with happiness.

None of the subjects raised thwir heads or criticized you until the moment Leviathan left through the door at the end of the hall.

You left rhat silent,uncanny loyalty behind and began to move,impaled by Leviathan and carried by him.

Feeling his wet pillar entered you even deeper and left you each time Leviathan took a step.

And the slickness of Leviathan's fluid filling your stomach, and the sound of it dripping onto the floor.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #whb satan #whb sitri #whb leraye #whb ppyong

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cumulo-stratus · 8 months

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Communication Issues

(GIF NOT MINE)

Plantonic!BAU team x french!reader

Description: reader is from France and lived there until he was 11/12 and then moved to america and his first language is french. He also has a little bit of an accent. Basically reader is new to the team and it is their first late night back home on the jet with him. And basically they learn that when hes tired he reverts back to his mother tongue.

CW: possible swearing, I can't think of anything else

A/N: I'm thinking of making a series about this, like just funny scenarios related to the reader being French, if y'all have any ideas let me know! Also reader is gonna be loosely based off me when im rly tired cus i get kinda giggly/floppy/goofy. ( also sry it's short)

French, translation

3rd person POV:

after a hard, and long case the team was very ready to go home. They had found a 9 yr old girl and rescued her from a man holding her in his basement to torture her. And even though it took the profilers almost 3 full days with almost no sleep to find her. To say they were tired was understatement. It was almost 2 am when they trudged onto the plane, all tired physically and emotionally. Y/N was the last on the plane and decided to take the couch to get some sleep. Just as he was sitting down Reid plopped down next to him. (Y/N and Reid liked to sit next to each other so they could read together)

“Désolé reid, je veux lire avec toi, mais je suis trop fatigué pour ça” (sorry reid, i wanna read with you but im too tired for that) you said to him, slightly slurring your words. “Huh?” Spencer looked up at you with a small crease between his eyebrows. The switch in language caught the rest the rest of the team off guard as well (evidently by the looks on their faces) you peered at them just as perplexed and asked “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” (Whats wrong?).

“Dont worry guys I’ll talk to him” said spencer with a little giggle at his new friends antics. Morgan gave spencer a little knowing look and eyebrow wiggle at his conversation with Y/N, despite having no idea what they were saying. “Mon biche, tu parle français maintenant, pas anglais.” (Darling, you’re speaking french right now, not english) says spencers with a small smile. a look of understanding dawned your features and you said “je suis?! Oh c'est pas grave, Oh, tu n'as besoin que de me comprendre de toute façon.” (I am?! Thats okay, you’re the only one who needs to understand me anyways) you say with a wink ad a giggle. Spencers cheeks went red and emily gave him a questioning look. “Y/N, tu fais quoi?” (y/n, what are you doing?). you just gave him a mischievous look before putting your head on his shoulder and snuggling into him to fall asleep. The rest of the team got bored of making fun of the pair and began their own conversations or trying to sleep. But after a minute or two the team heard and hushed but strict “shhhhh!” coming from their resident genius. “You guys are so loud! hes asleep!” said spencer’s while he gestured vicariously to the sleeping figure drooped over his left side. “hush up pretty boy, your little boyfriend over theres out cold dont worry about it.” said derek with a teasing smile. spencers cheeks turned even more red than before if hat was even possible and started stuttering about the sleep man not being his boyfriend. “okay, okay, hes not your boyfriend,” said derek with his hands up in surrender after spencer kept spluttering on about y/n not being his boyfriend.

(small time skip)

As the plane landed people began packing up their things and getting ready to get off the plane. But y/n and Spencer had moved and when the team looked over they found the two agents passed out on top of each other and snoring lightly.

THE END

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x male reader #Criminal minds x French reader #Criminal minds x autistic reader #French reader #French speaking reader #bau team #Bau #Male reader #ftm reader #Spencer reid #spencer reid x male reader #Spencer reid x ftm reader #Spencer reid x French reader

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greg-montgomery · 1 year

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hi fay! okay so my demented brain thought of dbf!hotch 😭 what if him and reader just stopped seeing each other (he was the one who ended things because he was too old for her or some dumb reason like that lol) & she leaves to go on a date while aaron is at her house hanging out with her dad 🫣🫣🫣 he pretends to be indifferent, but on the inside he gets so damn jealous thinking about her seeing someone else 😩 especially when she looked so pretty in her outfit </3

hiii bestie <333 dbf!hotch is my weakness 😫🫠

this isn't smut but it's still nsfw so minors please don't interact!

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Has anyone seen my lipgloss?” you called from upstairs.

“I can see one here on the table, honey,” your dad answered, taking the glittery tube into his hand. “Is it pink?”

“Yes!” you said, and Aaron could hear you running down the stairs to get it.

Your dad leaned in to whisper in his ear, “She has a date.”

Date. The word felt like a knife to his stomach. Had you moved on this quickly? You were getting ready to meet with another man while Aaron hadn’t slept in days, regretting the decision of your breakup.

Maybe he deserved it; he was the idiot who had let you go after all.

“Hotch,” you said, surprised. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Being addressed as ‘Hotch’ by you felt foreign to him. It was a big change after being called ‘Aaron’, ‘baby’ and ‘my love’.

“Hi, Y/N. It’s good to see you again,” he said, trying to cover up the fact that was completely breathless. Saying that you looked like an angel would be an understatement, seeing you in that pretty dress.

It looked suspiciously similar to the dress you had worn the first time the two of you had slept together. Aaron could recall every detail of that night, your dress included. He remembered the way his hands had traveled under it, finding your panties absolutely soaked; the way you kept shivering when he’d run his tongue over the hickeys on your neck; the way you had moaned his name for the first time when his thumb had finally touched your aching clit.

As you walked closer to get your lipgloss, Aaron stared into your eyes, trying to figure out if the girl he had fallen in love with was still there.

Your dad handed you your lipgloss and you lost no time before putting on some. No other man was supposed to find out how that liplgoss tasted. No one but Aaron was supposed to know it tasted like fresh, sweet strawberries.

“I should go,” you announced, snapping him out of his thoughts. “I don’t wanna be late.”

Aaron curled his hand into a fist, running his thumb over his knuckles, in an attempt to calm himself down. Everything inside him was screaming at him to get up, grab your arm and steal you away, but he knew he had no business getting involved into your life anymore. You were his best friend’s daughter. You going on a date should have meant nothing to him.

“Is he here already?” your dad wondered.

“Oh he’s not picking me up,” you said, a little embarrassed. “I’ll take the bus.”

That fucker had the chance of going out with a gorgeous girl like you and he didn’t even bother picking you up from your house?

“I’ll drive you,” Aaron offered, before even thinking about it.

“Hotch, you don’t need to-”

“It’s no trouble,” he said. “I was leaving anyway.”

As he got up, your dad covered his hand with his own and spoke softly enough not to be heard by you. “Thank you. I’ll be much calmer knowing you’ll be looking after her on her way there.”

Aaron felt guilty at your dad’s words, thinking of all the things he had done to his precious daughter in that same car he was about to drive you with.

“Of course.”

One thing Aaron could always count on you to be was a fucking brat. He could tell by the way you were walking towards his car, or by that cute little pout he was dying to kiss.

“Get in,” he said, sternly, as he opened the door for you, leaving you no room for attitude.

“I am getting in, no need to yell.”

There she is, he thought, fighting back a smile.

Aaron could feel you practically vibrating on your seat. Yes, he was a profiler but he was also a man in love, which meant he knew you like the back of his hand. You were expecting him to make a scene. And even though his jealousy was eating him inside out, he would not reveal himself.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

You told him the name of the restaurant and he started the car.

“Mmm…” he said, smirking. “Nice place, romantic.”

“Very romantic,” you added. “Paul picked it.”

Paul.

Aaron was gonna kill Paul with his bare hands.

“He must have good taste then. You’ll get along great.”

He could see the hurt in your eyes, as you turned to look at him. “You think?”

“Yeah,” he simply said.

Thankfully the silence during the rest of the ride didn’t turn awkward, since the road to your destination wasn’t long.

“We’re here.”

“We’re here,” you repeated, stalling getting out of the car.

“Well…” Aaron said. “Have fun. And stay safe.”

“Thank you.”

The logical next step was you getting out of the car, but that didn’t happen. Instead the two of you stayed inside the car in silence.

You took a look at him with the corner of your eye. “I’m going.” Your tone was borderline threatening.

“Okay.”

Your hand touched the door handle so you could exit the car, but last minute you turned to face him.

“You stubborn old man, I can tell you’re jealous! Why don’t you just admit it?” You slapped his arm softly enough so it wouldn’t hurt.

“Jealous?” he scoffed. “I drove you to your date, sweetheart.”

“Oh please! I can hear you fuming.”

“I’m doing just fine.”

“Just admit it!”

“Y/N.”

“Come on, I caught you staring-”

Aaron grabbed your face with one of his hands, squeezing your cheeks together to make you stop talking. “Shut up,” he said. And you did.

Not that you had any other choice anyway; his mouth on yours, stealing away any other word you had prepared to throw at him.

He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes. “I’m gonna burn him alive, before he has the chance to even look at you in this dress. Is that enough for you?”

“More than enough.” You smirked and let your lips fall on his once more.

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #dbf!hotch #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotch 🪐#ask #nsfw.

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torasplanet · 4 months

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❝𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔, 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍.ᐟ❞

Y. SHIBA & S. KAWARAGI + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; your boyfriend's sister is just so cute you can't help yourself !!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, final timeline for both, cheating, gay!hakkai implied, strap(yuzuha), light choking (yuzuha) praise, oral(reader receiving), haruchiyo being a cheater too, closet sex(senju), fingering(senju), teasing, hair-pulling(senju), petnames (baby, pretty, princess, babygirl), can u tell im in love with sen?, senjus is lowkey angsty, skin color not mentioned

YUZUHA SHIBA

It wasn't right, you thought your nails digging into the skin of Yuzuha's wrist with her fingers gently wrapped around your throat. It wasn't right for you to fuck your boyfriend's sister.

You felt like such a bitch for this but it's hard to care that much when Yuzuha's strap was too busy ramming into your guts harder than Hakkai's real dick had. It was whatever, Hakkai probably wouldn't care anyway because he was too busy gawking over Mitsuya.

It seemed like he was more into that man than he was into you so it wasn't really your fault for going with someone who was very clearly into you.

"You're so pretty, baby," Yuzuha said, grinning down at you as you moaned loudly, digging further into her bed's pillows. Her grip on your neck wasn't that tight, it wasn't tight at all; it was more like they were just resting there and yet your nails digging into her skin was so rough that she believed her skin had torn.

Not like she could blame you though, she was fucking your cunt like a mad man watching eagerly as the purple silicone cock split your lips apart and covered itself in your slick with each thrust the wet sounds from your pussy following. It was all so much for Yuzuha.

And on top of that, you looked so gorgeous your mouth opened wide moans spilling out with your eyes squeezed shut, and when they did open, you gazed at her with such pleasure in your eyes as if you were begging her to go harder like that was even possible.

You reached a hand up to touch the woman's cheek brushing her hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear smiling up at her "Y-You're so fucking pretty too...ngh!" Yuzuha cooed at you before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips shutting you up.

She trailed her kisses down to your neck gently suckling at your skin turning it purple "You ever let another girl fuck you like this, pretty?" She asked listening to you moan like a porn star in her ear while trying to find words to answer her in something that wasn't a blabber.

"Nuh-uh! You're m-my first girl...!" You mewled your back arching up from the soft blankets your boyfriend's sister had laid you on. You felt her smile against your skin while continuing to kiss you her fingers tightening around your neck just a bit.

Yuzuha brought her lips up to your ear "I better be your one and only too." She spoke gently nipping at the shell of your ear making shivers run down your spine whilst you continued to moan because of the tip hitting your sweet spot over and over.

SENJU KAWARAGI

"Uh oh, did I find your princess spot? Got you moaning like a virgin, babygirl!" Senju asked rather loudly raising her mouth from your sopping cunt her fingers still working their magic inside of you.

You removed your hand that was tight around your mouth to try and stop moans from escaping the walls of this closet while you looked down at Senju from your spot on the table with a horrified look in your eyes "Shh! Don't s...say things like that so loud...Fuck, Haru' could hear." You whimpered lowly trying to bite back the moans that Senju was practically forcing out of you.

The pink-haired woman rolled her eyes while looking up at you through those lengthy lashes of yours with a smirk on her face with no good sayings behind it "Whatever! He's editing right now and who cares if he hears." Senju enunciated obviously upset at the mention of her brother who also just happened to be your boyfriend.

She didn't think it was fair how someone like him got someone like you before she did! Didn't matter though because guess whose mouth you were falling apart on? Hers.

Your walls fluttered around her fingers as she continued to pump them in without a care in the world shown on her face "You shouldn't care. I mean he's the one that cheated first." Senju said below her breath as that obviously wasn't meant for you to hear but you did hear it.

As she lowered herself back down between your soaked thighs, tears bubbled in your eyes at the mention of your boyfriend cheating on you. It seemed silly. You still weren't over him cheating on you but you were letting his sister eat you out in their hall closet!

With the sounds of you sniffling, Senju halted her movements and blinked up at you once again and her expression faltered at the sight of you beginning to cry. "No, no, don't cry princess." She said standing up from her knees and cupping your cheeks getting closer to you.

You knuckled your eyes attempting to get rid of the tears "'M sorry, I shouldn't have said that. 'M supposed to be helping ya." The green-eyed girl said concern written on her visage and you nodded as a way to forgive her still wanting her to continue soothing your broken heart and the aching between your sticky thighs. She kissed you sloppily your tongues fighting against each other before she pulled away making a whine escape your throat from wanting more of her touch.

"Lemme keep helping you okay?" Senju said not really giving you a chance to respond before dropping to her knees again her hands planting themselves on your thighs spreading them wide giving her a complete view of your cunt squeezing around nothing.

She dove in immediately latching onto your clit and sucking at it with her hand finding its way right back to your core her rings tickling your walls as they slid further in. The tips of her fingers hit that same 'princess spot' that it did earlier.

You slapped your hands onto your mouth again to contain your moans but you needed to grab onto something to restrain you from going fucking insane with how good it felt. Your hands went back to the table gripping the edge.

"Fuck Sen'! S'good..." You moaned your face heating up in shame that your brother could probably hear you yelling that little nickname you had for his sister but she wasn't ashamed. In fact, she was proud.

Prouder than she had ever been of anything in her life that you were letting those pretty moans echo throughout these walls and probably leak into the open areas of the house not caring what would happen when you two would come out because it didn't matter right now.

What mattered was how good she was making you feel and fuck was she good at that!

©torasplanet .ᐟ reblogs and likes are very appreciated! pls do not repost!!

#torasplanet.ᐟ #marls-drabbles.ᐟ #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #yuzuha shiba #yuzuha shiba x reader #yuzuha shiba smut #wlw #senju kawaragi #senju kawaragi x reader #senju kawaragi smut #◛⑅·˚my gf sen!!#◛⑅·˚yuzu=3 #there needs to be more senju smut!!#shes literally so pretty #yuzuha too!!

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non-stop-imagines · 11 months

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Request: "...could I request something with Charles where she unofficially styles him? Like it’s not her job or anything like that, but she’s just super fashionable and either she subtly hints or Charles asks for help (love the mouse, but those red quali pants need to go; they obvi have no luck🙄) and it starts off slow like over the season his style just kinda evolves; still very Charles but just more fashionable. He’s giving Lewis and Guanyu a run for their money for most stylish. They’re either not publicly dating or maybe they just keep it off social media. And maybe Lewis or a reporter question Charles about the change, if he’s working with a new stylist. And he’s get all quiet and blushes, and he’s like “yea, my gf has been helping me out”. And then they turn up to the paddock together and it’s just a fashion show."

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Black Fashionista!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k words and a lot of smau

Warning: Twitter environment, maybe a passive aggressive insta comment, but it's a a lot of fluff and cute outfits 🥰

A/N: Yay!! My first F1 request!!! This was a request from @flowerchild-96 that was SOOO FUN to do! It took a lot of brain power, but that's just because I wanted to make it as perfect as possible because they have been so kind and so patient with me. It is very dynamic so hopefully I labeled the sections okay. Anyway, I hope I did your request justice @flowerchild-96, and I hope everyone like it!!💖💛💖💛

A/N 2: All of the pictures used for the smau portions are all from pinterest and are not my own product.

A/N 3: Fais de beaux rêves, mon amour. = Sweet dreams, my love.

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Australian Grand Prix

“What time will you be back, mon amour?” Charles calls to you from the bathroom in the bedroom of your guys hotel room.

“I’m gonna try and be back no later than 5. What time is the get together-thing Carlos planned?” You finish swiping on lip gloss before heading back to where your boyfriend was.

“It is at 7… what?” He looks up to see the disdain painted on your face. An automatic reflex to his qualifying day outfit. “What?”

“Those pants, baby.” You lean against the door frame and look your boyfriend up and down, taking in the all red attire he had on.

“I wear them on quali day.” He shrugs off his words and saunters over to you, wrapping his arm around you and briefly reaching to move a misplaced curl on your head.

“I know. But you and I both know, with the Ferrari shirt, they’re an eye sore.” You put your lips in a pout, which only incentivizes Charles to kiss your poked out bottom lip.

“But they are my lucky pants.” His comment was playfully matter of fact, hoping it convinces you to let him go just one more time.

“Don't look at me like that. Your charm can only get you so far.” You quickly kiss him then gesture to the pants. “Take ‘em off.” With a huff they were removed, but when he went to hand them to you, you were gone and in the closet which had all of the clothes you two brought for the week. You flip through the hangers, pulling out a few items and then head back to Charles. “Here, lets try something new.” You gingerly pluck the pants from his hands and hand him the hangers, then head back to the closet to pick out shoes. Once he was fully dressed, you stood back and admired your work. “How do you like it?” You grandiose aura dimmed a little, now worried about how much you imposed.

“This looks really good!” He turned to look at himself in the mirror, admiring the outfit from different angles.

“Yeah?” The smile returns to your face as the pace of your heart slows back down to base level.

“Of course, mon amour. I don’t know why you are worried, considering what you do for work.” He walks back over to you and leaves a lingering kiss at your hair line.

“I guess dressing my extremely famous Formula 1 Ferrari Racing driver boyfriend feels like there are more immediate repercussions than directing wardrobe for photoshoots that can be redone and fashion shows that are planned ahead of time.” You instinctively reach for his hair to fix it a bit, and in an equally instinctive moment, Charles stays still for you to do so, tipping his head down slightly giving you a better angle. “This is a nice outfit on you. Adds to a 'soft boy' image you've got going on.”

“I don’t know how to feel about that.” A content grin grows across his face as his eyes watched you closely.

“Warm and fuzzy.” You fiddle a bit more with his clothes before removing the red pants from the bend of your arm and walk into the bathroom, coming back with a small pair of scissors. You bend back the waistband of the pants, enough to get the scissors in between the seams, cut a rectangular piece from the bright red fabric and hand it to Charles.

“Why-” He doesn't finish his thought as his eyes goes from you, tossing the old pair of pants to your suitcase in the corner, to the piece of fabric.

“So you can keep the luck.” The corner of his mouth curls subtly as he tucked the fabric into his phone case, then turns attention to the tossed pants, his adorably confused face causing you to walk over to him this time, giving him a couple quick pecks on the lips. “I’m gonna use the rest to make something for me. This is also my way of telling you that from now on, I am really gonna commit to being there for each quali from now on. I’ll be your little extra luck on the side.” The thoughtfulness of your simple gesture left Charles speechless, his brain only capable of making him lightly push his fingers just into you curls, directing your face to his in order to kiss you hard and deep, something that he has wanted to do since he laid eyes on you that morning.

“You’re so cute.” You scrunch your nose at his endearing comment, earning a light kiss on the nose. “Thank you, mon amour.” Without moving away from you, he releases a hand from your hair to look at his watch. “We better get going.” He suggests, without moving a muscle, and you agree also not moving a muscle. You both stay still, delighting in the calm quiet of the hotel room, enjoying just each other’s company for a moment longer before having to face the world.

You let out a deep breath, purely for the purpose of getting one last huff of your boyfriend’s intoxicating cologne. “Alright, let’s do this.”

Miami Grand Prix

Miami, Friday Night, Hotel Room

You get up from your criss cross position on the hotel bed and head to the bathroom, sitting yourself on the closed toilet to talk to Charles, who was finishing his shower.

"I think we've been found out." You continue looking at your phone as Charles turns off the water to the shower and reaches out to grab a towel. "Darn it. I wanted a show." You pout, looking at your sopping wet boyfriend as he steps from the shower, towel wrapped around his waist.

"Not this time, mon amour." His shy chuckle to the comment only makes him sexier, but unfortunately he brings up the more important matter at hand. "What do you mean 'We've been found out'?" You show him the tweet on your phone, watching his countenance morph as he read. "I see."

"Yeah." You lock your phone and place it on your thigh, then you both wait for the other to say something.

"Well, they would have figured it out eventually." You nod at Charles point without looking at him, a million thoughts running through your head, but one thought in particular seemed to stick more than the others. What will this be like outside of our protective little bubble?

"I'm not gonna panic if you're not gonna panic." You held intense eye contact, trying to let him know telepathically that this was more you asking 'Should we panic?'

"Don't panic." He comes over and straightens out the silk scarf wrapped around your head before giving you a short peck on the lips. "It just means we can finally post embarrassing pictures of each other."

"Okaaay then." You give Charles a lingering kiss on his shoulder before leaving the bathroom so he could finish getting ready for bed without any uninhibited distractions.

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theconsulantyn So proud of my boys getting on that Miami podium 🤩🥰

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charles_leclerc Mon amour ❤️🥵 ↳fearlessferrari I feel like we're intruding on something🫣 leclerc4merc Charles really bagged a baddie this time 🔥 pierregasly I'm still mad at u ↳theconsultantyn You and Kika obviously had a fine time without us ↳pierregasly 🥺 qualichampion This is her, police. The one who got rid of the red pants

Monaco Grand Prix

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charles_leclerc Spending time with the ones you love is the best way to get ready for your home race. Trust me ❤️🇮🇩

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ynleclerc16 Charles, you're great, but please tell Yn to be in love with me instead ↳ynleclerc16 or at least help me with my style 😭 ↳charles_leclerc Sorry she's mine for both 🤷🏼‍♂️ ↳ynleclerc16 AH HE ANSWERED!!!!! theconsulantyn @arthur_leclerc I'll never forgive you for cheating in uno ↳arthur_leclerc I did not cheat ↳theconsultantyn YOU PUT A DRAW 4 ON TOP OF A DRAW 2 YOU COWARD forzafanatic Your outfits lately have been 😚🤌🏼 charlos1655 AHAHAHAAHA THE SHIRT ↳charlos1655 AH NO I JUST SAW THE MUG!1!!

Monaco Paddock, Post-qualifying

As you waited for Charles to get out of his debriefing meeting, you roamed around the paddock, saying hello to people you recognized, taking pictures with people who asked, and this went on until Lewis saw you from the Mercedes motorhome and called you over.

"Hey! How's it going?" He gives you a sweet side hug, a courtesy to keep your outfit nice.

"Fine. Everything is starting ramp up now with Fashion Week planning." Lewis was one driver, other than your boyfriend, that you loved talking to. You could see in his face that he was putting his entire focus on the conversation.

"Oh yeah. Are you just going to New York or...?" He left his question hanging and crossed his arms.

"New York and Milan. I need to style two shows for each week. I'm actually doing a Dior one in Milan. It'll be so cute, I really want to go back to true to form 1950's Christian Dior styling, but 1950's Italy." Lewis raises his eyebrows at your excitement then looks over your shoulder to see Charles slowly heading your way, stopping to talk to some Ferrari personnel, most likely about the race tomorrow.

"That's nice. Glad I'm gonna be there for that one." He waits for a moment for you type something out quickly on your phone. "Charles' fit was fire today. Come to think of it, he has been dressing differently lately..." He left the comment open ended, allowing you the opportunity to admit it was your doing, but you didn't budge, and soon Charles was there with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. The two drivers congratulate one another on their performance in the qualifying sessions, Charles starting P1 tomorrow and Lewis P3, then the conversation is directed back to Charles' clothes. "I was just telling Yn how much I've been liking your outfits lately. What's your secret, man?"

Charles, not so stealthily glanced at you and before pulling you closer. "That is for me to know and you to find out." That earned a laugh from the group and also doubled as the end of the conversation before goodbyes were said and everyone went their separate ways.

Italian Grand Prix

New York Fashion Week, Milan Fashion Week and Singapore Grand Prix

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theconsulantyn Styled 4 fashion shows, watched @scuderiaferrari win in Singapore, and got to spend time with mon amour 🥰

Life's been busy, beautiful, and absolutely wild ❤️

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ferrari02 Only a black woman could be behind Charles Leclerc's new fashion choices. We love 💞 carlossainz55 Of all the photos... ↳theconsultantyn What do you mean? You look beautiful 🥰 lilymhe My girlfriend 🥵😍🥵😍🥵🥵😍😍 ↳theconsultantyn Love you sweetheart 💋😘 ↳charles_leclerc Why is everyone trying to take my girlfriend? She's mine! 🥺 ↳lilymhe It's probably because of the upgrade she gave you, my love 😗

Milan, Italy 00:30 ; Suzuka, Japan 07:30; Qualifying Day

You prop your phone up on the nightstand next to your hotel bed and cuddle up further under the covers. "Charles? Baby, can you see me?"

"Oui, mon amour." He was holding his phone at the moment, pacing around as he admired your tired face. "You look tired."

"Ah, yes. Words every girl wants to here." You laugh at your own sarcasm, a heavenly soundtrack that he has missed for the past week with you being in Milan for Fashion Week.

"No, no. I mean, you've been working all day. You didn't have to help me with my outfit." Charles finally settled on proping his phone up on a lamp on the hotel desk, sitting in the accompanying desk chair. "I saw some of the pieces from the show by the way, beautiful as usual."

"Thank you, baby. Also, I know I don't have to help you. I want to. I like helping you with your outfits cause you let me put you in anything." You shift you pillow under your head a bit, then cuddle into it, wishing it was instead the firm chest of your boyfriend who you were looking at through the tiny screen on your phone.

"Because anything you put me in looks great, mon amour." The smile that Charles gives you starts the butterflies to fluttering in your stomach and increases the desire that you had for him to be with you now.

"Okay, okay. Enough flattery. Show me what you've got so far." Charles gets up from the chair and shows you what he had on, which currently was just a white t-shirt tucked into belted black baggy jeans.

"I just couldn't figure out what to wear on top, you know?" He messed with the way his shirt was tucked into his pants as you think.

"Mhm. Um," You laugh for a moment before you continue "Okay, I gonna take a wild guess and say that you saw what I packed in you're suitcase?"

"That, uh, cardigan with the flowers on it that I made fun of? Yeah, I saw it." He crosses his arms in defiance with a large playful grin plastered to his face.

"Do you think you could put that on for me, honeybun?" You pull out the sappy nickname you use when you ask for something from him that you know he would protest, it always softens him up. This time it was shown by the way he uncrossed his arms, rolled his eyes and walked off camera, coming back a minute later with the cardigan on, messing with it a bit. You hold in the exclamation you wanted to express on how good it looked on him and give him a moment to express his opinion. "Well...?"

He sighed. "It actually doesn't look that bad." The small smile that grows on his face prompts you to drop your worry and show your own bright, cheesy grin.

"Yay! I think you look adorable, baby! I like the cardigan look on you. You need to wear more." Your words trail off a bit as sleep begins to tug at your eyelids, but you force yourself to wake up, not wanting to end this moment yet.

"Great, now I will be wanting to buy every cardigan I see. Thanks." You both laugh at the joke before coming back to the topic of his outfit. "Um, shoes. What shoes?"

"The Forces should be fine. Just the plain white ones." He moves off camera again and your eyes start to close again. This time you realize fighting sleep would be futile, but inject one more piece of information. "Also, I booked a flight for later tomorrow so I can be out there for the race."

"Oh, mon amour, that's wonderful! You have no idea how much I've missed you." Once he gets back to his phone he sees that you were nearly asleep, shocked when he gets a mumbled response from you.

"I've missed you too." After this comment you fully succumbed to sleep, mouth hanging open and a small snore starting to produce.

"Fais de beaux rêves, mon amour." He takes a minute to watch you just sleep. He always loved to see the peace that settles over your face. You were always so busy, so seeing you sleep was the one moment when he knew that you were finally taking the time to relax. He keeps the video call going for as long as possible, finally having to hang up when he gets into the Ferrari motorhome at the track.

Las Vegas Grand Prix

Las Vegas Grand Prix, Media Day

“Charles, one of the more surprising topics of the season is actually about your change in wardrobe, the prime example being the loss of the red pants you usually wore for qualifying. May I ask, what caused this big change.” There were chuckles and small comments that arose in the media room, quickly dying down when Lewis chimes in.

“I’ve tried asking him that. He's really been giving me a run for my money.” As the light laughter began again in the room Lewis lowers his mic and leans over to Charles. “Even though I definitely know the answer.” They both share a knowing smile, before Lewis settles back into his spot on the couch.

“Um, yeah. Well first, thank you, but I can’t take all of the credit. Well really any of the credit.” He giggles nervously then continues. “Uh, my girlfriend, she the one who helped me upgrade my clothes, starting with those pants. I truly am grateful to her in that area because the way I dress now is surprisingly more comfortable, and, uh, I have been getting more compliments so…” The sea of interviewers laugh with him, giving him a moment to grab his phone. “And no one need to worry about the red pants.” He pulls off his phone case and pulls out the red scrap of fabric, earning more polite laughter from the crowd before him and the drivers next to him. As the next interviewer is called to ask a question, this one directed at Lewis, Charles searches for you at the back of the room, spotting your red bandana near the cameras, then gives you a toothy grin, which you return with one of equal size and a kiss blown his direction.

#black reader #f1 x black!reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x black!reader #charles leclerc x black!reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader

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telomeke · 5 months

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THE SIGN EPISODE 2 – EVIL JELLYFISH

I haven't watched this episode in full yet (will do so on the weekend) but the Ep.2 scene in the bar toilet (Ep.2 [4/4] 10.36) piqued my interest with naga Tharn and garuda Phaya getting frisky in the water room. And there's a bit more than meets the eye...

As the bar lighting flits from red tones to cool aquamarine and back again (echoing the dance of the fiery garuda and the waterlord naga), a drunk Tharn decides to call Phaya... EVIL JELLYFISH? 👀

Since Tharn is the reincarnation of a water-dwelling naga with dominion over all things water – the marine reference does make sense. However, the subtitles took a bit of license, and what Tharn actually says there is also reference to Phaya's garuda persona (remembering that garudas in The Sign are associated with sun and flame).

The name that Tharn calls Phaya is แมงกะพรุนไฟ/maaeng ga phroon fai, which refers to a particular kind of jellyfish. (I think the subtitles have slightly misspelt it as แมงกระพรุนไฟ though.) Anyway maaeng ga phroon fai literally means fire jellyfish and is a tip of the hat to Phaya's garuda identity. 🤩

(above) แมงกะพรุนไฟ/maaeng ga phroon fai/fire jellyfish; attribution linked here

And when Phaya talks about the jellyfish's sting, well... The jellyfish that Thai people call maaeng ga phroon fai is from the genus Chrysaora, which gets its name from Chrysaor in Greek mythology. Chrysaor was the son of Poseidon (the god of the sea) and Medusa (the gorgon with a head of snakes), and this coincidentally is also nod at Tharn's sea-going naga (or serpent) persona (even though he's using it to address Phaya).

Anyway Chrysaor literally means "he who has a golden sword". 👀 Let's hope Phaya wields his wisely! 🤣

#the sign #the sign the series #evil jellyfish #fire jellyfish #naga #garuda #poseidon #medusa #snakes #jellyfish #chrysaora

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CLAMP I LOVE YOU

HELLO DOMESTIC COUPLE KUROFAI

Fai couches his reasoning in a way to figure out the timeline but he is making DAMN SURE his husband’s prosthetics are comfortable and working correctly

I NEVER DREAMED WE WOULD GET THIS KIND OF ATTENTION TO IT. Most manga would just say hey new arm moving on we don’t worry it’s perfectly the same as before

Not clamp! They really sat us down and brought in the realities of a long term health condition and an acknowledgment that things don’t just work perfectly or leave you completely as functional as before.

And THIS level of their relationship too. With Kurogane masking his pain and dismfort because they’ve got serious things go figure out but Fai was paying CLOSE ATTENTION and knew exactly what was up, but also deliberately arranged to be alone with him before talking to him about it out of genuine care for his privacy.

MARRIED MARRIED I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER

LOVE

OHHHHHH OHHHH I LOVE IT

LISTEN JUST GO BACK TO THAT FIRST PANEL THERE. LOOK AT IT. ENJOY IT. KUROGANE FORCING HIMSELF TO PUT ASIDE HIS PRIDE AND EMBARASSMENT AND ADMIT THAT YES, IT HURTS MORE THAN YESTERDAY

THE ANNOYANCE AS HE HAS TO ALLOW HIMSELF TO BE VULNERABLE TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION

THE WAY HE DOES IT ANYWAY. HE IS VULNERABLE WITH FAI.

And Fai immediately clocks him in the head for not mentioning it earlier.

Not recommended in real life but EXQUISITE when your husband is like a 6’6 slab of hardened ninja beef, and also when that was essentially the same way you confirmed your marriage to each other not too long ago

New way for them to ignite their playful banter: unlocked! Instead of Kurogane chasing Fai with a sword it’s Fai hitting him in the head and Kurogane reacting in cartoon outrage. (This is Kurogane after all. He can dodge a punch) (Unless we are also saying that he was so emotionally vulnerable that he let his guard down completely which I am also a fan of. It's a win win scenario)

I suppose it’s one way of encouraging your husband to open up to you when it matters, especially when you already drink his blood on a regular basis.

They really are the most married of all time.

OH AND THIS TOPS IT ALL OFF

THIS NEW DYNAMIC, SO DIFFERENT FROM ANYTHING THEY HAD BEFORE

Not Fai lying or avoiding the question or hiding any part of himself - Fai being completely honest and open and correcting Kurogane when he isn’t doing the same. It's a complete inversion of how they were before, when Kurogane was the one pulling a reluctant Fai towards being honest.

And when Kurogane grumpily notes the irony of Fai being the one to admonish him for keeping secrets (Oof, but also score) Fai OWNS IT, SMILES BRILLIANTLY, and uses it as AMMUNITION to back himself up. Who ELSE is an expert in the consequences of keeping things a secret for too long?

BRILLIANT BRILLIANT LEAVE ME HERE IT’S ALL I NEED

#SKIN CLEAR DEPRESSION GONE CROPS THRIVING #AN OPEN AND LOVING FAI #DRAGGING A GRUMPY KUROGANE INTO MEETING HIS OWN STANDARDS #AHHHHHHHHHHH #liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Tsubasa #Vol 185 #Kurogane #Fai #KUROFAI #Clamp don't even NEED to do this!#Their arc is over and YET #HERE HAVE SOME MORE KUROFAI FOR YOUR GOOD BEHAVIOUR #Is this also my reward for the apple thing?#I will take this also

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For the Descendants kids with horrible and trashy names, how would you name them? From books and movies.

So I'll just go ahead and give how I changed each name for My Canon Descendants AU, to make them feel more like their own character/fit better with the og movies time periods/cultures. I didn't give them all unique names as the point of the project was to translate the Descendants kids into the actual movies, not make full OCs, (though I did end up making a few of those anyway xD) but I tried to at least adjust them.

Mal--Mallow (to go with the Nature name theme the Three Good Fairies had going on with their own names/Briar Rose)

Audrey I kept as it was actually a Medieval name!

Evie-- Eva, it's a pretty easy fix to more period accurate/Germanic sounding

Doug -- Doleful, to fit better with the Dwarfs Attribute names, plus he seemed kinda down in the first movie so the meaning felt like it fit

Carlos I kept because honestly I felt like it could fit in universe if Cruella's husband was a Spanish man, which he conceivabley could be

Jay--Jaamil, and no not because of Twisted Wonderland that just happened by accident xD

They orginally had Aladdin's deleted sin be named Aziz but there was already an Aladdin character named that in the TV show who was a villain so I changed it to Ahmed, like one of the other Arabian Nights heroes

Ben--I changed from Benjamin to Benedict as that was more French/period appropriate

Honestly I could 100% see Gaston naming his sons after himself so I kept Gastons 1 and 2 but I changed Gil to Gilbert (French pronunciation of course)

Lonnie...oh Lonnie. I changed her name to Chi, as with her patronymic of Li she would be Li Chi, which sounded similar to Lonnie but would actually be Chinese and is the name of a girl in a Chinese legend who slays a dragon, which was what I based her hypothetical movie plot on

Chad I changed to Charles, easy enough. Much more elegant and formal

Jane I just changed to Janet to make it a little fancier/Frenchier as well xD

Dizzy I changed to Daisy (though I suppose since she's French based, it really should be Marguerite...eh Daisy can be the nickname)

Uma I kept cuz honestly its a good name and her song is a banger 👌

Harry is fine, good pirate name, short for Henry, which also works. Harriet was fine too, just made her and Harry twins and made CJ go by her first name only of Calista.

Honestly with a pirate dad named Smee Squeeky and Squirmy also work, though they're definitely nicknames.

Celia works fine, it fits with the time/culture of 1920s New Orleans, though I did change Freddie to Frederique.

Getting into some book characters now:

Artie I changed to Amhar, a lesser known son of Arthur (could have done Mordred but as the kid was meant to be heroic I decided to go with Amhar, plus it started with A x)

Mad Maddy honestly isn't a bad name, but I did change it to Matilda to be a bit more Medieval sounding, plus linked her to Matilda of the Night, a Medieval witch legend.

(And apparently there's gonna be a son of Morgana Le Fay in the new movie named... Morgie. My gosh. Well we'll change that right back to Yvain. Her actual son, no she's not Mordred's mother no matter what the movies try to tell you she's his aunt and I will die on this pedantic hill)

Hadie I instantly changed to Zagreus. He's the literal son of Hades and goodness its such a better name. Same with changing Herkie to Hyllus. Also an actual son of Hercules and doesn't sound like a euphemism for throwing up.

Allie I changed to Mary Jean after the Real Alice's grandaughter, and when I made my Queen of Hearts Kid D4 hadn't been announced yet so I named her Aceline (a pun on Ace of Hearts)

Ruby and Anxelin weren't terrible names so I kept them, just made Anxelin a Dark Kingdom name xD (and apparently they're giving Rapunzel a third daughter in the new movie? Her name is just Zellie though...so I think I'll just keep these two. Zellie could definitely work as being short for Anxelin and hey, Rapunzel had twins in the actual fairytale so two just works)

Wrapping it up:

Claudine isnt too bad and fits the time period but I changed her parent from Frollo to his brother Jehan cuz that man should never ever get to be with any woman.

Clay Clayton I changed to Cecil after the actual Clayton character in the books who wasn't that bad of a guy.

Yzla works fine as a name for Yzma's daughter. I just changed Zevon to Yzon to match better and not sound so much like he escaped the 23rd century

Ginny Gothel I just lengthened out to Ginevra to sound more fantastical

I didn't actually do anything for Pocahontas as it always kinda controversial to touch. But if I did I'd of course just make her descendant her actual son Thomas Rolfe and apparently they gave Ratcliffe a son named Rick? So...we'll change his name to Richard or--well one sec let me see if Actual Historical Governor Ratcliffe had any kids.

OK! Looks like he didn't but he did die horribly. My Gosh.

Anyway I think that's everyone!

#asks #disney #Descendants #canon descendants #descendants rewrite #vks #hks #disney princesses #disney villains #disney heroes #disney movies

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Charles x reader + childhood friends to strangers to lovers? If that’s possible?🥹

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

a/n: the trope….oh dear the amount of times ive experienced this minus the lovers part because i just dont want to get in a relationship most times

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“Hé, Cha? Nous serons amis pour toujours, n'est-ce pas?” You looked at the little Monégasque boy beside you, “Et si tu m'oubliais?” Hey, Cha? We’ll be friends forever, right? What if you forget me?

Charles frowned as he set the football down to take a quick look at you, “Ne sois pas stupide, Y/N. Tu es mon meilleur ami. Je ne pourrais jamais t'oublier.” Don’t be silly, Y/N. You’re my best friend. I could never forget you.

You raised your pinky up and smiled softly, “Promets-moi? Tu penseras à moi même quand je m'éloignerai?” Promise me? You’ll think of me even when I move away?

“Je te promets,” Charles whispered as he wrapped his pinky around yours, the sun setting in front of you both, “Je te retrouverai quand nous serons grands.” I promise you. I’ll find you when we grow older.

It’s been more than a decade since you left your home in Monaco just because your parents found better opportunities in Madrid. Not much of your memories were clear, after all, you were only six years old when you left the place you once called home.

“Maman, je vais bien,” You said as you held your phone in between your cheek and shoulder, unpacking your bag in the hotel, “Je suis déjà à l'hôtel.” Mama, I’ll be fine. I’m already at the hotel.

“Fais juste attention, d'accord?” Your mother replied to you, “You think you’ll find him?” Just be careful, okay?

You frowned, “No. He’s probably not here anymore.”

“Sweetheart,” She chuckled through the phone, “You did cry a lot when we left Monaco, so just give that little girl some closure if you see him.”

“Yeah, whatever,” You mumbled, leaning against the window and admiring the view, “Um, anyways, I’ll go now, maman. I’ll call you tonight?”

“Sure, sweetheart,” She smiled, “Stay safe over there. I hope you see him.”

Sighing, you ended the call and dropped your phone on the bed. Did you even want to see him? After all these years? The promise he made seemed pointless. You were just two kids, why should he bother keeping it?

“Pull yourself together for God’s sake, Y/N,” You mumbled as you grabbed your phone, purse, and coat before locking your door and heading out the hotel, “I don’t want to bump into him.”

As you walked down the streets of Monaco, you kept your hands in your pockets and couldn’t help but think of the memories that started flooding back to you.

“Hm, a new café,” You mumbled as you spotted a café across the street, “Guess I could use a snack.”

Walking inside the café, you took a deep breath of the smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee, a few of your favorite things in the world. You ordered a Spanish latte and a bagel to go, so you could eat it as you roamed around Monaco for the rest of the day.

“Order for Y/N!”

Charles immediately looked up from his book, eyebrows scrunched together upon hearing that name. Could that really be you? After all these years?

Grabbing his phone and book, Charles hurriedly exited the café and looked around him to see if he could catch up to the person that could possibly be you.

“Merde!” He exclaimed as he ran a hand through his hair, “Où aurait-elle pu aller?” Fuck! Where could she have gone?

You hummed as you took a few bites of your bagel, letting your feet take you to wherever it felt like, stopping at a children’s park. The park that you used to go to with Charles all the time.

“Good thing there aren’t any children here when the sun sets,” You mumbled as you sat down on one of the swings, “Not like me and Charles.”

Charles kept walking — trying to find a glimpse of you, which was particularly stupid. How was he supposed to know what you looked like now if he hadn’t seen you in over a decade?

Stopping by the park, Charles panted and leaned over to rest his hands on his knees. As he looked up, he saw the back of a girl, sitting on one of the swings.

“S'il te plait laisse ça être elle,” He whispered as he walked over and took a deep breath, tapping you on the shoulder, “Pardon?” Please let this be her. Excuse me?

Your eyes widened as you turned around, your voice muffled with some of the bagel inside your mouth, “Hm? Puis-je vous aider?” Can I help you?

Charles couldn’t help but smile from how your cheeks were puffed, crumbs surrounding your mouth, “Puis-je vous demander votre nom?” Could I ask your name?

“Oh…Mon nom est Y/N,” You smiled as you swallowed before wiping the crumbs off your mouth, “Qui peux-tu être?” My name is Y/N. Who might you be?

“Auriez-vous pu... quitter Monaco quand vous aviez 6 ans?” He asked, a new sense of hope blooming inside of him, “Je suis désolé. J'ai juste- j'ai promis à mon amie que je trouverais pour elle et j'ai perdu le contact. Elle portait le même nom que toi.” Could you have left Monaco when you were 6 years old? I'm sorry. I just- I've promised my friend that I would find for her and I lost contact. She had the same name as you.

“Charles?” You frowned as you stood up from the swing, “Est-ce vraiment toi?” Is it really you?

Mirroring the smile on Charles’ face, you laughed with tears in your eyes as you hugged him tightly, “It’s you. It’s really you.”

“You’re back home. After all these years,” Charles whispered as he hugged you tightly, afraid that you were a figment of his imagination, “I thought I’d never find you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, wiping the tears away, “I thought you’d forget me.”

“How could I ever?” He looked at you, the smile never fading away, “I’m…sorry that I couldn’t keep up with my promise.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” You nudged his shoulder softly, “We’re adults. We have our own lives now, the hustle and bustle, you know?”

“I just…I still feel bad, I could’ve found you sooner if I went to Madrid,” He sighed as he sat down on the swing with you, “We lost a lot of time, didn’t we?”

“Sixteen years…is a long time,” You slightly smiled as you turned to look at him, “You don’t look like my old Charles, though.”

“I could say the same to you,” He chuckled softly as he kicked on the sand at his feet, “You’re much more beautiful than the last time I saw you.”

“Maybe Madrid treated me well,” You teased as you looked at the sunset before your eyes, “Just like the old times.”

“Just like the old times,” Charles smiled as he offered his hand for you to hold, “You think I could make it up to you? For all the lost time?”

You nodded as you placed your hand in his, intertwining it and letting it fall in between the two of you, “We’ll have the rest of our lives, don’t we?”

“We do. And I’ll keep my promise this time,” He whispered as he looked at you, a twinkle in his eyes, “I don’t plan on letting you slip through my fingers anymore.”

Sighing happily, you stared at the sun setting with the boy, who you had thought to be long gone from your life, “I’ll hold you to that, Cha.”

bonus scene!

“Hey, I can hear you think,” Charles laughed as he nudged your shoulder, “Let’s enjoy this party.”

“Sorry, I’m just not a party person,” You looked at him with a sheepish smile, “I do appreciate you bringing me along to your cousin’s wedding.”

“Might as well have my best friend be with me,” Charles forced a smile, a bitter taste from the way he had to call you his best friend when you were so much more than that, “Dance with me?”

Looking around, you couldn’t help but feel insecure from the possible sets of eyes that could be on you. How could they not when you’re with one of the top drivers in Formula 1?

You whispered, “They’re going to stare.”

“Then let them,” Charles held his hand out as he stood up from his seat, “I’ll be dancing with the most beautiful girl here anyway.”

Sighing, you placed your hand in his and Charles whisked you away to the dance floor as he held you close. Charles looked at you lovingly, swaying you softly to the song that was playing.

Charles whispered, “Hey, Y/N?”

You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, “Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Blinking a few times, you paused for a few moments before taking a deep breath and nodding, “You can.”

Charles smiled as he brought his hands to gently hold your face, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips, setting off fireworks inside your stomach and his.

You pulled away as you smiled uncontrollably, leaning your forehead against his, “It’s about damn time, Leclerc.”

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Since some of you MIGHT know the fact that I am obsessed with the eldritch possibilities of the Force in Star Wars (especially since not many people know that the Time Travel fic is about to get Super Fuckin Weird soon and that’s saying something cause I’m writing this after I’ve already revealed that most of the clones are gonna end up back in time) aaaaaaaaaand I am also the type of autist that takes things SUPER literally in a way that makes me hate poetry, take music seriously, and ‘visual poetry’ is not real wdym that’s just an alternate universe where weird shit happens-

Anyways. I have always been somewhat obsessed with Star Wars Visions since it came out, and my fave episode is S2E1: Sith. Earlier I was thinking about the speeder cycle that Lola has in it, and I wanna find out what type of cycle that is so I can put it in a fic (I think in the fic where Jaster finds Obi-Wan in the jungle and adopts him and brings him home, he would eventually get Obi-Wan one for like his 18th birthday or something, saying ‘it’s nearly crash proof’ only for him and Jango and Arla to watch in worry the entire time Obi is on it because ‘👁️👄👁️ the lot worker that sold me it said it wasn’t possible to go that fast on it’ and now Boga is trying to bite it when Obi passes her and they are SO worried)-

But the other reason I wanna rewatch it rn!!! Is because I take the visuals very literally. And I think I wasn’t the only one obviously but apparently a lot of other people completely ignored the visuals, saying it’s part of the metaphor but I’m over here like screeching at my caseboard like ‘THE VISUALS ARE LITERALLY HER HIDING HER PRESENCE IN THE FORCE SHE HAS SHADED HERSELF INTO ANOTHER BRANCH OF THE UNIVERSE TO HIDE FROM HER MASTER’ like. Honey. It’s the force. It’s not just visual metaphor bruh she’s found a way to hide in the edges of the universe and her look of colour on the galaxy is how she continues to sustain herself with minimal interaction with the universe!!!

‘Oh but why can she still fight her Sith master-‘ don’t be dense you shit, when she found a door that was already fully coated in colour despite it being non-living, she was clearly shocked and tried to get into it, without realizing that was a Sith portal BACK into the world of physical being and the only way her master could trap her into dealing with him!!!!!

Anyways. I want to make Lola a character in fics the same way I have Jaster or Fay in fics. They’re not big screen characters or even well known characters, but fans seem to love all of them.

And in the time travel fic it would actually make sense for Obi-Wan to accidentally run into her at a certain point and charm her with his big smiles and complimenting her paintings and grin really big and point to his mouth and say he lost his fang caps recently so his fangs are all tiny again, aren’t they cute??? Anyways. Yeah.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #star wars visions #swv Lola #eldrich horror #my fics #time travel #a traveling circus

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Kinkuary 13 Changbin — formal wear // choking

➥ power bottom!Changbin × switch!Reader summary: Looking at Seo Changbin, one would expect him to be a dominant kind of man but that couldn't be further from the truth. At least, not with his girlfriend. She's the one who calls the shots, especially when Changbin is wearing his suit and tie. wc: 2.7k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, alcohol consumption, established relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): switch!Reader, power bottom!Changbin, formal wear kink, sensory deprivation (blindfolding and that's it lol), choking kink, Changbin has an oral fixation, teasing, use of pet names (reader calls Changbin sweet things like babe, good boy), tit play, Changbin is very vocal, let me know if I missed any warnings! a/n: normally I'd write Changbin as a dom or as a switch at the very least but I wanted to try something different. I hope I did well and you enjoy this part! Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms. Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog @kosmoreads @yourfavoritefreakyhan Stray Kids taglist: @niktwazny303 @g4m3girl @rapmonie2047 @indigo35 @witherednotes @cixrosie @fay-ebrahim @kirooz @flowerboykun @beomgyusbabygirl Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED AND BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

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“Well don’t you look nice,” you said, glancing up as Changbin entered the room. He looked down at where you sat, eyes looking him up and down.

It was no secret between the two of you that you loved it when he dressed up, especially in a suit or a tux as he was wearing now. You always liked it the most when he came home all dressed up. It was like getting a present.

Noticing the look in your eyes, Changbin tried not to think about how you looked like you were about to jump his bones any second. ‘I should have changed at the building. She’s about to make it very difficult for me to leave.’

His cheeks turned pink, images playing in his head about why he might be late before he turned to search for his shoes. “Where are you going?” You asked, settling back against the couch as you returned your attention to your book, the tv playing in the background.

“One of my manager’s is getting married today, remember?” Changbin answered as he finally found the shoes he was looking for and moved to the dining table to put them on.

You did remember. You remembered how he came home and told you the news. You were happy for his manager but when Changbin said that he couldn’t bring you, in fact that he was forbidden to bring you with him, you suddenly weren’t as happy as before.

Truth be told, you were actually pretty bitter about the whole situation for a few days but as time went on, you eventually forgot that bitterness and went about your life as usual. Until Changbin appeared in his suit anyway.

Now you were bitter again.

It wasn’t like his managers didn’t know you existed or that you and Changbin were together. They were well aware and never made any demand that Changbin end things or hide you away from the world. Even the fans knew you existed.

So why you were forbidden from attending the wedding was beyond you and it was beyond Changbin as well.

“Well, have fun,” you said shortly, not noticing the way Changbin threw a guilty look your way. He felt beyond horrible that he had to be the one to tell you that you couldn’t come to the wedding with him. He wanted nothing more than to take you with him, show you off, and dance with you.

But his manager was adamant. You were not permitted to attend the ceremony or reception.

It was no secret his manager, for some reason, didn't like you and Changbin couldn’t fathom why. You were always polite, extremely intelligent, unimaginably funny, and a complete joy to be around. It was a mystery not only to him but to the rest of Stray Kids as well. Neither he nor his friends could figure out why his manager seemingly detested you.

He couldn’t do anything about it now. It was his manager’s wedding after all so it was his decision.

Changbin got up, shoes now tied properly and walked over to where you sat, leaning over the back of the couch and kissing the top of your head. “I’ll be back later,” he said softly. You hummed in response, keeping your eyes on your book. “I love you,” Changbin whispered.

You set your book down and looked up at him. “I love you, too.”

He took the opportunity to steal a kiss from you, his body demanding more as he pulled away, not knowing your body was craving more but you’d have to wait until he got home later.

“I’ll see you later tonight.”

You occupied your time with reading until you finished your book and decided to get some chores done. The laundry was waiting to be done and the dishwasher needed to be emptied and refilled so you started with the laundry, making sure to empty both yours and Changbin’s hampers.

While the washer worked, you emptied the dishwasher, putting away the clean dishes before filling it with the dirty ones and shut the door. The washer buzzed, signaling it had finished some time later and you started the dishwasher and moved to put the wet laundry in the dryer.

While the dryer ran, you watched some television, catching the tail end of an episode of a drama you’d already watched with your boyfriend. You decided to tidy up to kill time until the dryer finally dinged, letting you know it was done.

With the fresh laundry in a basket, you sat on the couch, folding your clothes, sorting between yours and Changbin’s as you worked. You flipped through channels, trying to find something to watch but finding nothing. Instead you booted up Netflix and put on a movie you’d been meaning to watch while you folded laundry.

Once done, you took the clean clothes to the bedroom and put it away, hanging up your nice blouses and Changbin’s shirts. You put away the rest of the clothes and put the empty basket on top of the dryer, closing the folding doors and heading to the kitchen to make a bowl of popcorn before heading back into the living room to resume the movie.

As the movie was wrapping up, the front door opened and you glanced over as Changbin arrived home. He kicked his shoes off, tossing his keys onto the counter as he locked the door and walked further into the apartment.

His eyes landed on you and the previous expression on his face melted and softened as he moved to throw himself onto the couch. You let out a cry of surprise as he threw himself onto your lap, burying his face in your waist as his arms wrapped around you.

“Changbin, what the—?” You started but he shook his head. “I missed you,” he said softly. You hesitated before relaxing against the couch, running your fingers through his styled locks, messing it up but you couldn’t be bothered.

Changbin loved it when you ran your fingers through his hair.

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table and you leaned forward to grab the device, ignoring Changbin’s whines of protest. You unlocked the screen to see a text from Chris.

Chris🐨: did Bin make it upstairs okay? You: yeah, he threw himself onto my lap as soon as he got his shoes off Chris🐨: good. He did not have a good time tonight You: what? Why? Chris🐨: he missed you a lot. He wanted you here You: i wish i could have been there but not much we could have done about that Chris🐨: i know it just Chris🐨: i’ve never seen him like this before Chris🐨: it really tore him up, not being able to bring you with him You: i understand, thanks chris Chris🐨: no problem y/n

You set your phone aside and looked down at Changbin. ‘Poor guy.’

“Did you have too much to drink?” You whispered, expecting him to say yes. “Not really,” he grumbled. “Just not in a good mood.”

Your brow furrowed but chose to ignore it. “Anything I can do to help?” You asked, noticing the way he merely shrugged.

“Oh hey, I didn’t get a good look at you before you left,” you said suddenly.

Changbin lifted his head to meet your gaze.

“Get up,” you urged, making him whine in protest. You nudged him until he conceded with a whine. He got up and stood before you for a moment before sitting down. “That wasn’t nearly long enough,” you pouted.

“Do it again.”

Changbin whined but stood up again, cheeks burning as you checked him out.

“Are you done?” He asked, drawing your attention back to his face.

You got up slowly, hand moving up his chest to his shoulder, then down his arm to take his hand in yours before tugging him from the living room and to the bedroom.

You pulled him into you, lips meeting and surprising him but he welcomed the kiss all the same as his hands found purchase on your waist. “What’s gotten into you?” He mumbled as your lips left his, trailing down his jaw to his neck. “Hopefully you will,” you murmured cheekily.

Changbin groaned, his hands moving to your hips, pulling your body closer to his.

“Shit, Y/N. All this because I wore a tux?” He asked, a hint of amusement to his voice. You nodded, turning him to push him back onto the bed, causing him to laugh as he landed on his back on the mattress.

“You’re something else,” he said as you undid his jacket, making him sit up to push the article off him, your hand going to his tie and pulling it loose. “You know you’re supposed to wear a bowtie with tuxedos,” you chastised him jokingly.

You pulled the tie off as he chuckled. “I don’t have any bowties here,” he answered as you undid the knot in the tie. “Then maybe you should get some,” you replied, holding the tie up.

“Keep undressing me and I’ll get something,” he retorted as you carefully wrapped the tie around his head, tying it firmly to restrict his eyesight. “What are you doing?” He asked, looking around blindly, making you giggle, pushing him onto his back.

“Keep it on,” you warned as your fingers moved to undo his shirt one button at a time until you got to his pants. You undid the belt, pulling it from the loops and threw it aside with a grumble when it fought against you.

Changbin laughed from under you though he couldn’t see.

Your fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his pants until you were finally able to pull his pants down, climbing off him and taking the fabric with you and throwing it away. You pulled him up to sit and pushed the shirt off him.

“You’ve taken so much off me,” he said as you climbed back onto his lap, his hands moving to your waist, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. “But you’re still fully clothed,” he pouted.

Without a word, you pulled your top off, dropping it behind you onto the floor. Changbin’s hands slid up your sides, moving to your chest to cup your breasts over your bralette.

“Am I going to wear this blindfold the whole time?” Changbin asked as your hips moved, grinding against his cloth covered erection. You nodded, humming in response. “Until I say you can take it off.”

You pushed him back onto the mattress, leaning over to take his lips in a teasing set of kisses, making him chase your lips each time you pulled away. “Stop teasing me,” he groaned, his hand grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into a rough kiss, his other hand grabbing your thigh, fingers digging into your skin.

Your hips continued to move, rolling and grinding against him until Changbin couldn’t take it anymore. “You just gonna strip me down and not fuck me?” He growled.

You sat up, climbing off him. He thought he’d fucked up until he felt you tug his underwear down, probably throwing them somewhere in the room. You always undressed him so hastily when he came home dressed up.

You climbed back on top, taking in the site of your blindfolded boyfriend below you. Taking his cock in your hand, you gave him a few strokes before sinking down, your lips parting in a moan as you took him in one motion.

“Fuck,” Changbin hissed, his hands grabbing your hips. “That’s all I had to say?” He asked with a chuckle, letting out a moan as you rolled your hips experimentally. “Don’t talk back,” you warned. “Or I won’t let you cum.”

Changbin fell silent, letting out a groan as you lifted off him, sinking back down on his cock and setting a steady pace, lifting your hips and sinking back down on his cock. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, hands moving up to your chest.

“Oh, you finally got fully undressed too?” He asked, cupping your tits and squeezing gently. “Only because you’ve been such a good boy,” you replied, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as his hands moved, thumbs brushing over and circling your nipples, the skin pebbling under his touch.

“He noticed how the skin changed under his touch. “I don’t even need to see to be able to affect you,” he chuckled, rolling your nipple under the pad of his thumb.

“I wish you’d let me fuck these,” he added, squeezing and pushing your tits together. You moaned, walls clenching around his cock. “Shit,” you hissed.

Changbin sat up, lips finding your nipple and taking it in his mouth, his tongue swirling around and lightly flicking against the sensitive bud while his other hand kneaded and teased your other nipple, gently squeezing and rolling it between his fingers. “Keep going,” Changbin said breathlessly. “Keep riding me like that.”

Your thighs were starting to burn but you weren’t going to give up that easily. “You sound so pretty,” Changbin whispered as you moaned, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “Are you getting tired?” he asked in an amused voice. You lifted your head, putting your hands on his shoulders and pushing him onto his back.

“Stay down,” you ordered, making Changbin chuckle. He loved it when you tried to act like you were in control.

“Whatever you say, babe,” he said teasingly, his hands moving to your hips. “Just ride me.”

One of your hands moved to his neck, wrapping your fingers around his throat lightly.

“You talk too much,” you snapped breathlessly, squeezing your boyfriend's neck slightly.

Changbin has never regretted teaching you how to choke more than right now. He never expected you to actually use it against him but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a little hot, your hand on his neck as you rode him, chasing your own orgasm.

He was fine with you cumming first. You usually did and he normally made it his mission to make you cum first so when you sank onto him one last time, moaning his name as you came, he was more than happy to take over.

He ripped the blindfold off, tossing the silk tie aside as he sat up, pushing you onto your back and immediately resumed the same pace, thrusting into you, pushing your thighs back and folding your body in half.

Not only was this his favorite position, he got to help you ride out your current climax while also speeding you towards another one. You didn't even have time to catch your breath before you were cumming again with a cry, chanting Changbin’s name over and over like a mantra as your walls convulsed around him.

The fluttering of your cunt sent him over the edge as he came, burying his cock as deep into you as he could reach, his load exploding inside you, filling you up as you shuddered. “Fuck!” Changbin hissed, arms shaking as he tried to keep himself from collapsing onto you.

He let your legs go, one at a time and finally laid down, resting his head on your chest, cheek pressing to your skin and hearing your heart hammering in your chest almost in time with his own.

“You okay?” you asked, fingers combing through his hair, pushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead.

“Yeah,” he panted. “Just give me a second.”

You hummed in response, continuing to card your fingers through his hair as you both came down from your post orgasm highs, the exhaustion passing and giving way for the euphoric feeling that always followed.

“You wanna shower?” Changbin murmured, finally breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

You nodded. “I could go for a shower,” you sighed. Changbin finally pushed himself up, his cock already having slipped out of you and his cum working its way out of your cunt. “Keep that in there,” Changbin said softly, using his fingers to collect the small amount that spilled out and pushed it back in.

You slapped his hand away playfully, admonishing him. “Changbin!”

He smiled cheekily as he rolled off the bed and waited for you to get up to join him.

“Now we're showering, right?” You asked as he took your hand and dragged you towards your shared bathroom.

“Right? We’re showering, aren't we? Changbin?” You asked as he chuckled.

“Maybe we are and maybe we aren’t,” he answered as he pulled you into the bathroom with him.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #changbin scenarios #changbin imagines #changbin smut #changbin x reader #kwanisms kinkuary #kinkuary 2023

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